#᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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@kyukicho said: 🛑 - Senma

send 🛑 for my muse (receiver) to protect yours (sender)

   Hanma lifts an eyebrow as he idles beside a major intersection, watching the lights change and people cross the roads on the path of their destination. He hasn’t decided where he intends to go next though. So he stands like a pillar against the outside of a business wall and watched the people come and go without much interest. He watches one of the lights turn from green to yellow and tilts his head as an engine revs. Some idiot is really going to try to make it. They aren’t going to. Dumbass. Hanma snorts as he shakes his head.

   He drops his gaze just in time to catch a glimpse of Senju and allows a small grin. Well, he didn’t have any plans, so why not see if he can tag along with whatever she might be up to? Hanma straightens up and starts to move through the crowd. He’d prefer not to have to try to spot her through the crowd when crossing roads or on the other side. He considers yelling out, but it appeared like she had headphones on, rendering that as pointless. It's fine, he could catch up.

  He very abruptly realizes the engine has not slowed or stopped. Shit. 

   “ MOVE! “ Hanma shoves people out of his way as he takes a few running steps while the light turns red. His hand reaches out as the crosswalk sign switches and grabs the back of Senju’s hoodie, forcefully yanking her back before she can step out. 

   It’s too much strength and not enough bracing. When he yanks her, he falls backwards himself with his arms wrapped around her while the car goes flying through the light. It hurts when he hits the ground. Pain explodes in his back and his head as it smacks against the concrete but there’s no indication of it besides a grunt. He’s too afraid to look down. He doesn’t mind the potential anger at using too much force. An angry but alive Senju is better than the alternative. Logically he knows she’s fine. He’d just barely managed to grab her, he had though and that's what mattered. But maybe it’s the autumn chill that makes him think of winter, maybe it’s the cloudy skies that remind him, all he knows is he doesn’t want to look down. He doesn’t want to relax his secure grip and he doesn’t give a shit about the people talking and panicking. It won't be mangled limbs but he's afraid that it will be. 

  He’s shaking.  It's a strange sensation for Hanma to realize when he feels the suble tremble in his llimbs. Hanma slowly forces his hands and arms to relax, staring down at Senju with eyes that are more black than they are gold by how dilated his eyes are. This adrenaline isn't good adrenaline, its sour and bitter. All he can hear is his own heart pounding in his ears and something strangling him as he tries to swallow. Make a joke. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He tries to speak but he can only hear his own stuttering breaths in the deafening silence. He’d laugh at himself if he could but he can’t. Not in this situation. Not when it brutally rips open everything he’s suppressed and hidden and thought he was numb to. He doesn’t even know what to do  -  fear is not an expression Hanma wears often or even feels.

His hand runs through her hair for a moment - and then he drops his head back against the sidewalk with a slower exhale while he stares at the miserable sky and blinks intensely for a few seconds.

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   Oh. Hanma shakes his head at her words, though he can’t fault her for misunderstanding. “ No, I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I chose that role willingly. I was always myself. “ No one could force Hanma to do anything, he was an unrestrained force that obeyed only because he chose to. He was never not him. Even being a pawn didn’t spare Kisaki from Hanma’s antics or a sharp reminder of just who he was when he felt inclined towards it.  

   She says all of that like its so easy. Maybe it was for other people. 

  “ Didn’t learn. “ He shakes his head slightly. At least, he doesn’t think he did outside of perhaps some tactics or details but nothing the way he can imagine she means it. Living for Kisaki meant having grand ambitions, living for himself…was just dragging himself through each day.  

   What was he supposed to be stretching out for? What did he want to seize? He didn’t know. He didn’t know while everyone else seemed to know. The big, the small, it didn’t matter. He did things spur of the moment because it would spontaneously offer some amusement – not because he planned it. He can feel the trail of her fingers over him, a distant thought despite the closeness. 

  He feels…tired. So, so tired. A tiredness that reached deep into his bones and promised a deep sleep whenever he would finally give into it. It’s too much, the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash, the rip at wounds and emotions. She’s crying and he doesn’t know why, only tastes them on the kiss and the dampness of her cheeks.  

   Should he be doing something? That doesn’t help to consider if he’s not sure why. 

   A knight? A puff of air leaves him – weakly amused at the title that is so ill-fit for him as he sinks his head back down. “ Slayer maybe, knight’s pushing it. “ He mumbles the joke against her shoulder. Let her give him purpose? He wonders. But it can’t hurt. “M’kay.” He agrees quietly, fighting back the yawn that threatens to escape. " Let's see what you can do. " A quiet murmur, but there's at least a tinge of a smile and one hand lifts to affectionately ruffle with her hair.  

She follows every movement. Every shuttering breath and swallowed word. Wishes, prays, he could truly let go and feel. Even if it hurt, even if he cried and hated her for it. She just wants him to be able to understand himself.

A pawn? Is that really what he thought he was? She wasn't sure how to respond to that. Not wanting to negate it completely but believing him to be so much more now. "Maybe you were once. A pawn, but you can be your own person too. Take everything you learned from Kisaki and further yourself. Live for him and you. You don't have to have grand ambitions just something you want, even if it's small, or day by day."

She see him. Holding back tears, locked up in his own thoughts. Please cry, please just feel. She begs in her thoughts when the tears stain her cheeks. The hands on his face trail back. Drifting against the skin on the back of his neck.

Those words come as a bittersweet knife. It's true, she understood deep down that she meant something to him. But to hear it is so much more. To hear it from Shuji is like a dream. Yet it doesn't make her feel better, her focus is on him, and despite the words she had longed to hear she can't stop the tears.

There's a small yet sharp inhale at the fingers in her hair. Arms now capable of fully wrapping around him as he curls into her. Holding him as if she could protect him from the world. From the pain and fear. Her confession isn't meaningless. She didn't expect a direct answer or even one at all. But Senju needed it said. Needed him to understand how, if she was important, he was equally so. It's why she was here, why she did and said what she did. Wanted it, for once, to be given a name. Love, she did this for love.

Whether the kiss takes her breath away, or whether she had none left to give, she's unsure. If his lips trembled, hers were steady and firm. If he wouldn't cry, her tears would leave salted tinges to the kiss. "No longer a pawn." She whispers against his lips. "You're the knight to my tower. You help give me purpose, let me do the same. I may not have grand designs, but to live everyday with you is what I really want."

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" Hate to ruin the fun for you guys, but I don't have a big fear. I'll take an extra shot though for your efforts. Closest I can say is I don't want to feel absolutely nothing all the time again. " Cheers! Down goes another shot for Hanma.

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@raytm said: ❝  you belong to me.  ❞ kisaki about 2 get the death blow

Possessive, territorial, and jealous starters

Thrilling. There are precious few things in life that manage to catch Shuji Hanma by surprise. And there are fewer that can hold his attention after that initial spark of something in his chest, like trying to start a car with a dying battery. ( Maybe it's only a matter of time till he feels nothing at all. ) Except, there is one exception to this: Tetta Kisaki. Tetta Kisaki, who makes Hanma feel alive for the first time in far too many years, who paints the world full of color whether he's smirking with arrogant victory or snarling in anger. Thrilling. This is all so thrilling. It thrums in Hanma's veins.

" Jealousy looks good on you, Ki ~ sa ~ ki ~ " Hanma purrs back, drawing out the name for fun, because he knows it makes Kisaki's eye twitch with irritation. He wonders if it really was jealousy that had Kisaki seething. Hanma draws attention: mostly fear, but there's always freaks who get off on that, or who come charging towards danger. Maybe they have a death wish. Maybe it's just that Hanma has a dangerous kind of charm - a you're the type my parents said to stay away from look that lured some in.

He doesn't expect to feel Kisaki grab his shirt and yank him down like a misbehaving animal tugged by a catchpole and forced to heed. Surprise shoots through him, intoxicatingly intense when amber eyes stare directly at Kisaki's eyes, through the reflection. He giggles, grinning like he's won the lottery. And he has. Because what were the chances he would find the one who could make him remember what it was like to be human instead of just cloth and bone; something living rather than a skeleton abandoned to the elements for the world to pick apart. He grins, licks his lips, but stays quiet.

Kisaki practically hisses the words again and Hanma can hear his blood pounding in his ears. He's honest; jealousy DOES look good on Kisaki. It's all funny. Kisaki can hiss and snarl, but they both know Hanma can break Kisaki like a kid to a fragile statue. They both know he won't. ( At least, not as long as he's entertained. ) Only Kisaki can get away with this ; handling the reaper like he's just a directionless animal that needs guidance.

Hanma thinks he really might follow Kisaki to the end of the world if that's what he wants.

" Yeah. " Hanma answers - and suddenly Hanma has a cold feeling on the back of his neck. Like he's somehow just cursed Kisaki. His smile freezes for a second, halted like a picture. It's ridiculous of course. There's no reason for that feeling to be sweeping over him. He's puzzled - if anything, he should feel bad that HE admitted what they've known, not feel uneasy for Kisaki. But somehow Hanma's confession and admission feels like a signature on a death warrant.

The reaper pushes it down when he refocuses on Kisaki, grin stretching across his face again. " Yeah, I do. " His voices comes out rougher, scratching along his throat with the admission. Will it catch Kisaki by surprise for him to admit it? He can't wait to see.

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@kyukicho said:  “ all i want, is to be in your vice ” - Senma

remember to remember me

His lighter sputters before catching as he lights his cigarette and leans against the flickering lamp post. His towering form and reputation are enough of a deterrent that no one tries to bother him which is fine by him. Those who do are usually PATHETIC AND BORING and go down in a single punch. For now he vaguely enjoys the cancer he inhales and the cooling temperatures of approaching fall. At least till Senju speaks up.

His gaze shifts towards her and he gives a noise that resembles something of a SNORT in response. " That sounds like some song lyric. " Maybe it is, Hanma doesn't know and doesn't care. It's not a very new sentiment - he's had plenty of experience witnessing women and men try to achieve that very goal. To be both angel and devil on a lover's shoulder, to draw their eye so they're the only person in their eyes. Hell, Hanma's had his share of flings who attempted it and failed miserably in the process.

" But I'm pretty sure the reality is that I'M people's vices. " He exhales, watching the smoke drift up into the sky with a shrug. " Not really the other way around. Doesn't really work like that for me. " HE'S HONEST, IF NOTHING ELSE. It's one thing about Hanma - he very rarely actually lies, it's simply the fact few people actually ask him anything. But he can't call anyone who has played a role in his life a vice. NOT EVEN THE MOST IMPACTFUL. " If that's what you yearn for with someone, might have better luck elsewhere. Though I'm always happy to offer a fun time. " He adds with a playful wink and chuckle ; lifts the cigarette back to his lips and studies her for a moment. " So, what brought that up? "

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Damn. Ran actually conceded to back out of that one. That wasn't nearly as fun as he was hoping for. Hanma snorts, deciding to straighten just a bit from his usual slouched form juuuust to add a bit more salt. " I didn't say I expected to. Maybe check your hearing? " He parrots back before shrugging. " The only fact I said was that you were third on the list of IF I did from Tenjiku. "

he should've known hanma would take the coward's way out. ran twirls his braid with practiced nonchalance, ( begrudgingly ) looking up at hanma from under dark lashes, batting them innocently.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou're right, you're right, i take it back. it's not called having low standards, it's called being an idiot if you think you even have a chance in the first place. maybe manage your expectations?ㅤ’

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@kisumshi said: smashes into Hanma's camping tent in the middle of the night "Guess who motherfucker?" draken...it's draken

One minute, Hanma is sleeping somewhat decently. ( Really, this whole camping thing is a fucking NIGHTMARE if you asked him. Tents weren't exactly made for someone as tall as Hanma. It'd taken ages to get a decent position and longer still to fall asleep. And now this bullshit.

But evidently the change in scenery has him alert. Because unlike in his hideouts or Draken's room where he might stay fast asleep till he's forced awake, or be groggy even when he wakes on his own, he's wide awake in a moment. He shrinks away to avoid potentially being stepped on. But his tense shoulders relax as soon as he sees ( or more accurately, hears) who it is.

" If you're sneaking over for some late night fun, you're failing the sneaking part. " Hanma is oh so generous to be hushed when he speaks so no one overhears him. Even if that WOULD be funny, despite the fact most people would brush it off as Hanma being Hanma. " What the hell are you doing, Draken? " He asks, sitting upright and dragging Draken to sit his ass down. ( After a moment of flailing a hand to find him that is. ) The tent wasn't made for one tall person let alone two; the last thing he needed is them tripping over each other somehow and ending up as a tangled mess with the tent.

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@ashrifts replied to your post “Anonymous said: Then Hanma is it good saying that...”:

ran voice anon get better taste

" I'm not even disagreeing but I do find it hilarious you felt the need to comment. Jealous or something? "

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@ashrifts said: "3, 2, 1..." for hanma i GUESS 🙄

Send "3,2,1..." for a new years kiss from my muse

Hanma makes no effort to disguise the fact that he's mainly here for the booze and food over anything else. Which, by all signs that he's seen, seems to be acceptable enough. The fact Hanma has bothered to show up at ALL is more surprising than anything else ; he's a man who ultimately obeys himself before anyone else. Even Tetta Kisaki cannot wrangle him into obedience. Hanma just happens to find his plots fun most of the time. His obedience is contractual to his interest. This event just happens to hold the promise that something funny might happen. Alcohol plus guys who like to right tends to make for an interesting combination.

Although, for how tall he is and the presence he carries, no one can seem to quite pin down the moment the reaper had appeared at the new years eve party decked out in leather and paired with a wolfish grin. Few really care anyways.

So he enjoys the drinks and food, and flashes a particularly sly grin and mocking wink when he catches Ran's scowl across the room at one point in the night just because he knows it'll rile up the older Haitani. It's quickly forgotten though and perhaps it's one last blessing from the old year that Hanma doesn't decide to cross the room to directly antagonize Ran as a source of entertainment. He lets him be and minds his own business.

Or maybe it's one last elaborate trap of the year.

Time stretches and melts together, and before Hanma knows it, the final seconds of the year are approaching. He has no particularly interest in participating in the silly traditions. He'd one it before, but there's little interest. At least, not until he sees who exactly has ended up right next to him. And then his mouth parts into a hyena grin. Well now, this was too good of an opportunity to waste.

Punishment reaches out, draping across Ran's shoulder as he turns his attention solely onto Ran. " Well fancy that ~ Christmas time and New Years? That's seeming like a bit more than chance, Ran. " Hanma draws out, leaning down a bit more to be closer to the other man's level by his ear. " What was that you said? Using holidays as excuses? If you wanted a kiss, you could just say so. "

The countdown strikes 10, but Hanma withdraws is arm, fingertips ghosting cross Ran's spine as he lets his hand fall away. It's rather deceptive, because it seems like Hanma is going to let Ran escape from the moment. It's nothing more than cruel offering, like a cat lifting its paw to let the mouse see freedom but not quite letting go. Because moments later, the same hand comes by to cup under Ran's jaw, fingers holding him captive.

The countdown hits one and Hanma bends to crush their lips together. Yet for as carefree as he makes it seem, there's nothing careless about, nothing clumsy or awkward or off the mark about it. He grins against Ran's softer lips, careless to the cheers that erupt around them as the new year is rung in. The final and first moments belong to the reaper, and that cannot be changed. It might not matter in the grand scheme of everything. Neither he nor Ran view such acts with childish, romanticized sentimentality as far as he's aware. But that doesn't crush the smug streak of satisfaction.

There is the temptation to turn this into a fight in its own right - of lips and teeth and blood that colors their lips. But he withholds ( this time ) from that particular path , though that by no means is to say that its soft or sweet. It isn't. Hanma kisses with command, Sin sneaking to rest a hand against his waist. His tongue slides along Ran's lip, swiping away any traces of alcohol and pressing his lips open. ( It's almost disappoint he doesn't need to pull those handy braids to make it easier. )

Could Ran bite his tongue? Yeah. And he wouldn't put it past him either. But such risks have never dissuaded Hanma and they should both know it won't dissuade Hanma. If anything, the violence will only have him more active. Ran got to have his fun, now it's Hanma's turn as he deepens the kiss further, till his head feels fuzzy and he pulls away with a grin.

" Happy New Years, Ran ~ "

But that isn't quite where Hanma leaves it. Because he knows damn well Ran likes to have the last say or spit out a barbed comment. He expects it, and when Ran goes to say something, Hanma utilizes his height and forcefully pulls Ran forward against him to seal their lips together a second time that night. This one is a little rougher, a tease of teeth and demand before he pulls back. For a moment he holds Ran still in his hand, licking his own lips before he lets go of Ran with a Cheshire cat smile.

" There you go Ran ~ " Hanma coos, voice rich with satisfaction. "Now you're the only one hiding kisses behind holidays. "

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DULL NIGHTS. Hanma's used to the late hours spent drifting aimlessly through the streets; sometimes he gets into fights but most of the time those are boring as shit when everyone's so much weaker. So he wanders and drifts like a lost soul. Sometimes on his bike, sometimes walking. Tonight is the latter when he spots a familiar figure and approaches. Except what's supposed to be teasing and harmless entertainment ends up NOT BEING THAT. Not when he stares down and sees all the smudged mascara from crying. Hanma's not a good guy, he doesn't particularly CARE . . . but he doesn't enjoy it either. And there's no denying or escaping the fact he saw. Despite how casual he always is, his eyes are always sharp and nothing escapes them. MERCIFULLY, HE SAYS NOTHING ON THE MAKEUP.

" Oh? " He tilts his head, voice lifting a note with curiosity. That explained the backpack at least. It looks like she's about to topple over and he's not surprised if he's going to have to catch her to STOP her from falling over. One gust might do it. Right down the bank and to the water if she isn't careful. He turns his head to stare at the lake, cigarette in his right hand while Sin stays relaxed at his side - amber eyes watching her from the periphery while staring out at the water. " Interesting choice of place. "

The Reaper of Kabukicho. He's held that title since he was thirteen, becoming a figure people avoid and whisper about. Yet her words manage to cause a small pause, smoke slowly trickling from his lips. SURE, HE'S HIS MAIN CHARACTER. But his story is lacking. He has accomplishments, but Hanma has no goals, not future, no drive. LIFE ISN'T FAIR. He's quiet as he listens to her, letting her simply talk without interruption. " I get it. " Hanma says after a moment, tilting his head back when he scratches at the back of his neck. " Time to get the spotlight, right? Be the main star in the spotlight. " He turns to look at her, earring chiming with the gesture. " Running away isn't a bad start in that case. No more background or last choice Emma. Live life for yourself. MAKE people see you as the star. " He spreads his arms out with a laugh before they fall to his side. " So. You got a plan or just winging it? " He asks curiously. " I'm suspecting its the latter. Nothing wrong with that, it's what I did. "

@deathfavor: “ what are you doing out here by yourself? ” ( Hanma & Emma )

typically at this time, emma was in the comforts of her own home, tucked away in her bedroom listening to music, reading magazines, the usual routine for girls her age. but as the moon stood high above her head, the city life running rampant as it usually does, emma finds herself standing at the banks of a pond, one that was just near a main road. the sounds of cars, motorcycles, and the busying of bodies go to deaf ears as the blonde stares into the abyss just inches in front of her. at this time of night, you couldn't see your reflection in the water, it was only darkness, so she couldn't see herself crying, or see her mascara running.

when the voice comes it doesn't startle her, and she knows who it is immediately. there is always a soft hum in his voice, the boy always speaks in a sing-song. and even when he doesn't his voice isn't one you'd easily forget, because the boy behind the voice isn't one you'd easily forget. sniffling, emma finally raises her head and glances over and up, seeing the giant of a delinquent standing by her side, cigarette between his fingers. he always looks so relaxed and stress-free, it makes her quite jealous. for some reason she feels embarrassed, so she turns her head back ahead of her, opening her mouth only to close it again, readjusting her backpack over her shoulder, which looked filled to the brim and quite heavy. ❝ running away. ❞

as she speaks the words she realises how childish she sounds and sighs, lifting her foot to kick at a stone by her foot, watching as it skids and falls down the bank, into the water. ❝ you know how you're supposed to be the main character in your own story - ? god knows you are in yours, you're cool, ❞ he has a name for himself, he doesn't have to live in anyone else's shadow. but her? ❝ i'm not the main character in mine, or even a side character. i feel like a background character at best. it's not fair. ❞ the main character would always be mikey, side characters include draken, baji, mitsuya - the list goes on. in emma's own life, in her own story, she wasn't really important. for a while it didn't bother her, but then shinchiro died and mikey changed, and now emma has to do everything around the house, she even has to get her brother out of bed for him. even though it feels like she does everything, she doesn't get recognition, or even the right to be her own main character.

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@kisumshi said: ❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜ dorahan ofc

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Hanma hadn't been able to stop the defensive sounding what? from leaving his lips when he saw Draken staring at him. Not that Hanma cared about being stared at. He didn't, and certainly not by Draken. But people didn't look at Hanma like that. It's hard for Hanma to name exactly what that look was despite the fact he knows that he knows the word for it. He knows how Draken looks at him for some things, and the hair down like he wears now usually provokes a few, but it's not any of the regular looks he's used to getting. It's disarming and he doesn't quite know what to do about it.

" No- I mean yes. Wait." It's not often that reaper stumbles over his words even when drunk let alone when he's completely sober. " Shut up. " He gets out defensively before Draken can laugh at him. " You are allowed. " He grumbles, finally getting his point out clearly with that remark.

Like he cares. The realization of what that look was like comes to Hanma when he turns his gaze away to avoided Draken's stare. He's happy to look at the frost covered trees or warm glow of the street lights - basically anything else while the realization settles like led. Draken had looked at him like he cared and that had rattled Hanma. People don't care about him. He's either useful, an enemy, or a fun time. It isn't about caring beyond a useful pawn. The closest to a caring look he might get are the times he offers painkillers for a hangover or shit like that.

He doesn't get caring looks unprompted. Certainly not while Hanma was just walking beside Draken after a night out and had done nothing in particular to earn that look that Draken was content or cared. Gold eyes flick to Draken from the corner of his eye and then away. It's....not the first time he supposes. He still remembers Draken had tried to offer him a hug to comfort and how he'd recoiled like someone was trying to muzzle him. Draken's softness is almost as visible as the man himself when he's not in a brawl. Hanma's only comes out behind closed doors and often in the dark or early morning hours where reality and sleep blended together and became hard to distinguish. Otherwise it came in smaller gestures that Hanma had no idea if they were understood or not - cooking despite his dislike, actually bothering to answer texts, lowering his guard somewhere that wasn't his own space.

It really isn't something Hanma has ever put much thought towards before. Now he does and he isn't quite sure what to do with it. What the hell does Draken even think about this? Whatever they're doing? Hanma? He's never asked. He doesn't plan to either. But there's an oddly unpleasant sensation at the thought that - well, he's not quite sure himself what the thought is or why it's there. That he's hot and cold towards Draken? Something like that, when it's not really true. Life has already severed one of the few bonds Hanma did have.

Hanma's feet slow, and he watches Draken stride ahead a few steps before realizing something is wrong and come closer. It makes one step easier for Hanma. His hands lift to catch Draken's face before he bends down a fraction to press a kiss to his lips. It's not the first time - he's kissed him at isolated spots, or in the heat of the club. But there's no teeth that show his hunger or violence. No force that demands an equal response, no seeking or provoking or urging. Just warmth where their lips meet, soft in the way Hanma usually gives before sleep settles in. This time though its in the full hours of the evening while people brush past, paying little mind to the two of them figures on the side of the sidewalk. It's slower and unhurried, seeking nothing. He pulls back after a few moments with a small grin, hands still remaining on his cheeks.

" What, am i not allowed to kiss you now? " Hanma asks playfully, mimicking Draken's question despite the fact his voice has dropped in tone to something closer to his actual voice. His hands fall away from Draken and he offers up no explanation. ( He's not sure he'd have one even if asked. ) " So, are we wandering or did you have a destination in mind? " Hanma asks, as if he hadn't done anything out of character just now.

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@kyukicho​​​ said: "don’t talk just to fill the air." Senju @ Hanma XD

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   If she wanted his attention, she got it. 

   "  Feisty ~  “  Hanma laughs as his gaze swings towards her, calculated and focused with an intensity that promises trouble. Normally people didn’t react whenever Hanma started to talk. They would just let him ramble until he either finished saying what he had to say or inevitably grew bored with a lack of response. They learned rather quickly that by responding, they’re were only condemning themselves to be the focus of his attention. Even Kisaki had been like that - Takemichi and Chifuyu as well from their little traitorous team up.

   He makes himself comfortable as he leans backwards in his chair. So she’d bark if provoked, but would she bite? “  Why? You just going to bitch about it, or do something?  “  Hanma shoots back, defiant mischief lurking in dark gold.  “  You wanna chit-chat?  If you talk back then it’s a conversation.  “  His voice lifts to a sing-song pitch, like he’s led someone right into the pit that he wants them in. Maybe he has. After all, he was getting a reaction.

   Someone would probably be pissed at the fact he was messing where he most likely shouldn’t be.  But Hanma didn’t give a shit. If something DID happen, Hanma was the type to keep it to himself rather than make it a gang affair. (Why the fuck would he want to share the thrill? Especially with the ones he was stuck around these days.) So play. Entertain him. He lifts his chin a tad bit higher.  “  Cause otherwise I’m just going to keep going ~  “

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" Draken does. No one else really does to my knowledge. " Hanma answers with a chuckle. So evidently Draken talked about him even when he wasn't around. interesting. " Most other people can only take a punch or two before they're down so they never know my endurance and stamina. " Which was what made Draken such a delightful surprise. He was FUN to fight with and things weren't over and done with after two or three hits. " Most know me as the reaper if we're talking nicknames. "

It was mildly amusing to feel her struggling to climb on even when he was hunched over to make it easier for her. But he does at least wait until she says she's ready before he stands up. Despite the additional weight, it doesn't seem to bother or slow the reaper down. But her hands flying towards his face certainly wasn't expected and earns a noise.

" Oi! Watch your hands! " Hanma speaks up quickly, not in favor of fingers in his eyes or nose. It was a possibility that was too close to potentially happening at the current rate. He rests his hands over her legs, keeping her steady when he starts to walk. " You want to find a street sign to compare? Pretty sure you're taller. " He chuckles with a hum. " Yeah, though doors are now your public enemy number one. "

his response reminds her of a nickname she's heard a few people, including draken, use for him. once he lowers himself down, emma takes a moment to awkwardly get herself on his shoulders. " oh yeah, people call you a zombie, don't they? " her question is asked as she manages to get one leg around and hook it around him, then the other follows a moment later. only, when she goes to rest her hand on top of his head, she's met with the tips of jagged hair, and she quickly pulls her hand away. instead, she hunches over slightly, awkwardly hoovering her hands above his head.

allowing a moment or two to pass, to make sure she doesn't fall back and crack her head open, emma nods to herself. " okay! i'm ready! " after she gives the confirmation she waits, not expecting hanma to move to stand so quickly. as he straightens himself up, emma panics and grabs onto the closest thing to her. his face. before she has time to acknowledge the fact she's smushing his face, her attention flickers before her.

" woah-! i'm so high up! i'm, like, the same size as a frickin' street sign! i'd need to bend down to reach the top shelf now, this is so cool! " which was truly amazing because typically emma has to scale the shelves like some sort of squirrel.

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@kyukicho said 🎲 senma

send 🎲 for a generated setting for our muses an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed

Hanma grimaces when he yanks the IV out of his arm and sits up from the hospital bed. Pain surges through his body with an intensity that makes his vision spotty while he slowly forces himself to his feet. But fuck it, he could go lay down in misery somewhere else rather than this sterile place. He didn't want to be here any longer than he had been - which must've been half the day considering the darkness outside and how the harsh lights had been dimmed down.

It takes longer than he'd like to find his clothes, and even longer to pull them on. They're fucked up and ruined after the wreck he'd gotten in on his bike, but they'd do to get home. With it being so late, he doubted anyone would even see him ; those who did likely would avoid him. People did that in the day, but even more at night when the shadows clung and curled to his long limbs. He grabs his few belongings before he sneaks out the door and stands in the empty hospital hallway.

Ah....fuck. Where the hell was his bike? Not that he was in any shape to be driving when even walking was a tedious, painful task. He'd have to find which autoshop it got taken to. He...didn't remember that. Then again, he can't say he recalls much after the accident. He remembers being on his back and the panicked screams and chaos as traffic came to a stop, he remembers sirens, but everything else was pretty much gone. Annoying.

Hanma's head jerks to the side and he's almost sick with the sudden movement but the last thing he wants is some nurse coming down the dimly lit hallway. They'd definitely rip him a new one for trying to sneak out and ripping out the IV and god knows what else. But to his surprise and his relief, it's not a nurse. It's Senju. Color him surprised.

" Visiting hours are over. Most people don't try to break in to hospitals, you know. " Hanma jokes after his initial surprise fades and he cracks a thin smile. " Jail breaks sound cooler than hospital breaks. " Humor to cover the pain, humor to hide everything. " At least, I assume you're sneaking in to see me. Or you got a secret other person ~ ? " He breaths a laugh that makes him wince as his ribs protest the act. " But I'm getting the fuck out of here. " Hanma whispers. Discharged or not, he was going. Hanma starts to walk, jaw clenched to suppress his body's traitorous tells that he wasn't as uninjured as he was playing it. And certainly the ruined clothes didn't help the image.

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@soulsballad said: emma: hey, hanma... want to make seven hundred yen? let me ride on your shoulders for like five minutes?

" Hmmm ? " Hanma turns his head downwards to the blonde figure that pops up at the bottom of his eyesight, raising an eyebrow.

Seven hundred yen? To ride his shoulders? Really, the opportunity for making jokes is sitting right there for him. But for once he decides to NOT do so. Besides, that was an easy 700 yen to make.

" Sure. " He agrees. Easy pay plus it wasn't that much effort. ( Any anyone's reactions would be hilarious to see. ) It's a win/win for them both as far as he's concerned. " Want to stand on the bench over there? I'll bend down, it'll make it easier for you to get on. "

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Anonymous said: Hii! Hanma, do you have a ideal type of partner for a relationship? And if so, how that person has to be? Yk, personality, looks... thank you- ><

" If you're looking for a relationship, you're looking at the wrong guy. " Hanma shrugs, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand with an amused smile on his lips. " I mean, I'm down for a good fuck and I can tell you my tastes there, and someone who likes to fight is always going to score points with me. But if you want some adoring boyfriend, I'd recommend checking with the Toman guys. " At least he was honest if nothing else.